Poetry is life,
Living breath that comes
From provoking words into
action,
Alive in us as little
factions
From your bowels flows the
elixir
To resurrect words
Without you the pen has no
hope .
Without you it withers.
Poetry, my light against a
darkened past,
Lamp for the present,
Beacon of Hope in time to
come...
Poetry, the confluence of my
life and soul,
Gave me fulfillment
Which I'd never before
known.
Poetry, you I eat
Poetry you I drink,!
You, my love, my heartbeat
The one who makes my soul
sing
Poetry, the custodian of
words,
You keep them alive in
people's hearts
Poetry the language of the
lucky few,
Instill in me your blazing
fire,
And let it burn anew,
Do not ever wander from me,
I wouldn’t even let us part.
And if need be,
I'd journey with you,
To that land yonder,
Which only imagination can
see.
Poetry my all,
My whole essence,
Fill me with your benign
presence,
Without you, into the pit I
fall..
@Victor
Chukwuka
September
2016
..... for all lovers of good poetry.
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